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By Nupur Gulati

Her room was dark, illuminated only by the TV which was on, and a small gap in the blinds where a weak ray of sunlight cautiously pushed through. She was lying in her bed, her head tilted to one side, asleep. She was the only Hindi-speaking Hindu patient in hospice, so of course I had been roped into visiting her. (more…)

Reflection

By Anonymous

If I had to choose a color to describe the content of my soul, I would have to pick gray. The kind with an ‘a’, not with an ‘e’. An ever-changing balance of dark and light. It may sound meek, but I believe it to be dynamic. It’s definitely not black- charred and despondent with no positive outlook- it’s just that some days are merely a darker shade of gray. And it’s definitely not white- filled to the brim with purity and optimism- but sometimes it is silver. It shines and sparkles with joy, beauty and value. Over the past few months, I have been seeking that which makes me more silver than charcoal. Attempting to find the daily routine that brings out that metallic of my soul and makes me feel more than just alive. (more…)

Portraits of Mom

By Parth Thakkar

Here are a few portraits I took of my mom over the past year. The first was taken at Frank Sinatra Park in Hoboken, NJ. Our dog, Laddoo, kept us company that day as we enjoyed views of the NYC skyscrapers and the breeze along the Hudson River.

The other two were taken in Kerala, India as we visited Kolukkumalai Tea Estate – the highest altitude tea plantation in the world. The second photo was taken on our trek up to the plantation as the clouds provided a picturesque backdrop, and the third photo was at the tea processing plant itself. My mom loves her tea and was very happy that day! (more…)